Kelson:
Did I abuse her
or show her disdain?
Rothana, don’t run from me!
If I should lose you, how shall I regain
The heart that you have won from me?
Agony!
Beyond power of speech,
When the one thing you want
Is the only thing out of your reach!
Dhugal:
In a dark corner,
it’s feeling much warmer
As I hold her near,
What is this I’m feeling? It’s sending me reeling
Do that again, Dear!
Agony!
Far more painful than yours!
When you know she would marry you
But she’s betrothed to a bore!
Both:
Agony! Oh, the
torture they teach!
Dhugal:
What’s so
intriguing
Kelson:
Or half so
fatiguing
Both:
As what’s out
of reach?
Kelson:
Am I not
sensitive, clever, well-mannered,
Considerate, passionate, charming,
As kind as I’m handsome
And holding a throne?
Dhugal:
You are
everything maidens could wish for!
Kelson:
Then why no?
Dhugal:
Do I know?
Kelson:
The girl must be
mad!
Dhugal:
You know nothing
of madness
‘Til you’re hiding in storerooms
Deep under the castle
Her hand’s there, and it moves so…
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Both:
Agony!
Kelson:
Misery!
Dhugal:
Woe!
Both:
Though it’s
different for each.
Kelson:
Always pleading
with her
Dhugal:
More, Dear… Oh,
my God, Oh!
Both:
And she’s just
out of reach.
Agony, that can cut like a knife!
I must have her to wife.
